Heart

Pairing: Citronshipping

Rating: K

Warnings: Use of the f-word

Disclaimer: *rolls eyes*

My first thought when I opened my eyes was: 'Where am I?'

'Oh fuck!' was the second.

It seemed my dream that I had been kidnapped by the guy who had robbed the tomb I lived in had, in fact, not been a dream. And now I was in this cave, shackles around my wrists and ankles, chained to the wall.

The ceremonial jewellery though had curiously not been removed. The golden armlets, bracelets, waist band and choker were still on their respective places and I also had my expensive ceremonial robes on.

Why hadn't the tomb robber taken them off? That would have been the logical thing for him to do. Him being a thief and all…

While I tried and failed to come to a conclusion the door of my prison suddenly opened to reveal my captor.

A red cloak hugged his chiseled frame, golden jewellery adorning his arms, legs and head. A white cloth his hair and a dark blue man-skirt his private areas. On his feet were black shoes.

His skin was darkly tanned and small scars and wounds told of his rough life as a thief. But the most mesmerizing about him was his face. Thin lips curved into a conniving grin, cold grey orbs glinting evilly. A long scar ran down his right cheek, starting at his eye and ending near his angular jaw. Two horizontal scars crossed it, giving him a mysterious look.

I wondered how he got that particular scar, but seeing the position I was in, it wasn't very likely that he would ever tell me.

"Hello tomb keeper!" he greeted me with a deep, but young voice.

My gaze met the robber's, cold shivers running down my spine at the intensity of his stare.

My lack of response seemed to anger him and his fist connected with my jaw. My head snapped to the side and painfully hit the stone wall behind me. Stars danced in front of my eyes. With the pain an all too well known fear gripped my heart and threw me to the ground.

A frightened whimper escaped my quivering lips as the memories of my father's punishments replayed in my mind.

Something touched my shoulder lightly. A hand. Did it want pain? Or comfort? Was it meant to hurt or to soothe? My heart hoped for the latter, my mind told me it was the first. The urge to slap away the offending, or comforting, limb became unbearable and eventually I gave in, feral growl rising in my throat.

My lilac eyes, frightened like those of a cornered animal, met his. The grey orbs had lost their indifference towards me and instead of a cruel glint there was anger.

"Whoever hurt a beautiful gem like you in a way that scars the soul shall pay!"

Did he just call me beautiful? I am by no means a gem. My skin isn't the normal Egyptian tan, but a sickly yellow doe to the fact that I lived underground for my entire life. My hair is blonde, like straw, a colour that made my skin look even more yello-ish. My lips were too round for a man. Big girly eyes with too long lashes and the kohl around them didn't help either. Nor did the line under each of them.

My face must have shown my disbelieve, for he chuckled and told me that to him I looked beautiful, no matter what anyone else said. Then he pressed his lips to mine.

I was too shocked to do anything. The sudden contact paralyzed me and I couldn't move. Neither away like my mind said was best, not into the kiss like my heart wanted to. But it felt nice. Warm. Tender enough for someone desperate for love like me to carve it.

Just as I was about to respond though he moved away. A conniving smile played at his lips, his eyes glinting in mischief.

"You'll be mine, my treasure you'll see. One day you'll be mine!"

For the first time my heart won over my mind.

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